The individual competition on the second day at Tokyo Jujutsu High took place as scheduled, with the event decided by a last-minute draw. Everyone watched expectantly as Yuji Itadori pulled out a balled-up slip of paper. After reading it, the pink-haired little tiger looked utterly bewildered.
"Hide-and-seek?"
Masamichi Yaga and Yoshinobu Gakuganji stared in shock. Impossible. That event had never been in the drawing box they prepared.
Satoru Gojo tilted his head with a smile and made a pleasantly puzzled sound.
"Hmm?"
Didn't I replace them all with baseball? Then it had to be-
His gaze landed on Miwa Chisei beside him. Her expression was indifferent, as though none of this had anything to do with her.
"Mr. Gojo, what kind of event is this?"
Yuji Itadori held up the slip of paper and asked curiously. The other students looked just as curious.
Satoru Gojo coughed twice, his voice suddenly sounding much older.
"My throat hurts so much. Qianxing, explain it for me~"
Several students instantly looked disgusted. Who would believe Satoru Gojo could get sick?
Miwa Chisei gave Satoru Gojo a thoroughly approving look. Beside them, Masamichi Yaga had already begun rolling up his sleeves without thinking.
"Satoru, shall we have a little chat?"
"Principal, I'm a sick man."
"You certainly are sick in the head!"
In truth, Miwa Chisei privately wanted to see the students' concealment and counter-surveillance skills. It sounded fun.
So, having foreseen that Satoru Gojo would swap out the slips, she had waited to outmaneuver him in turn.
"One person will be it and catch the other thirteen. Anyone caught becomes a new tagger. After staying in place for five minutes, the new tagger can start moving."
"The person caught the fewest times wins the individual competition. Touching someone's clothes or body counts as catching